Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, 2x with 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
free man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
thisisme
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It back to the roots of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk don't no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love me love
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from to west, all across the country
I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)